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Not that my obtrusion has stopped him from pouring coffee. The man knows his duty.
The prospect of eventually getting a paycheck settles me. Finally, I'm beginning to control something in my life.
Though it's only the first week, I already have several assignments I need to get started on, and I doubt I'll get a chance to study tomorrow.
I work well into the night, not even stopping for dinner, though I do heat up one of the delicious ready meals in my fridge—a moussaka according to its label—and eat it in front of my computer.
Around eleven, I decide to shower and get some rest. To my surprise, I'm just leaving the bathroom when Skylar walks into the dorm.
"Hey!" I greet with a smile, because her affability is absolutely winning me over. "You're back early."
She's rarely made it home before one in the morning, though she's usually fresh as a daisy by seven. Which probably means she's on meth, but who am I to judge?
"I'm heading home for the weekend after school tomorrow," she explains. "I figured I should get some shut-eye."
I ask about her week to be polite, and she does the same. Though I’m still a little uneasy around her, I'm glad we get along—it would be a long-ass year if I couldn't stand my roommate.
As she offers to turn the lights off, I hesitate about taking pain killers. The soreness around my ribs is slowly fading, enough for me not to need meds all the time, but I've taken it most nights. I opt to pass, hoping I don't regret it in the morning.
I'm just about to fall asleep when the telltale sound of a door unlocking refocuses my mind. I lift my head and groan when I recognize the familiar, imposing frame letting himself into my dorm room like he belongs here.
Camden has come for me.
ChapterFifty-Six
I didn't think things through.
Everything is going according to my plan, so I shouldn’t complain, but having Morgan here on campus, within my reach, hovering at the edge of my world but never with me, is fucking torture.I thought having her on Fridays would be enough. I sorely underestimated my need for her. Her touch, her voice—even her eye rolls, and certainly her laughter.
I missed her. She was right there and I fucking missed her.
Of course, I could have made her come to me any day this week. She's easy to intimidate, bully, or bribe. I've played that hand already though. Morgan likes to pretend she's a victim in this twisted little dynamic we have going on, and she needs to admit the truth. I'm adomineeringdick, and I've chased her down like prey for sure, but that doesn't make her innocent, ignorant, or weak. She's exactly where she wants to be. She just needs to realize that on her own.
That was the deal I made with myself. I get her one day a week, every way I want her, but the rest of the time? She’s off-limits. The only way I get her outside Fridays is if she comes to me. I need her to take that step. I need her to want me. The last thing I want is to find myself in a one-sided relationship like my parents’. That means giving her the freedom to choose me.
One week and I’m already at my limits.
"Princess," I call, a smile curving at the corner of my lips.
Finally.
Seven days was far too long without so much as exchanging a word.
"Go away. It's not midnight yet," she shoots back irritably.
Oh, she fucking didn't.
An entireweek, and she's honestly getting on my ass because I'm here, what, five minutes before my allotted time with her?
"Oh, well," I reply lightly, striding into the dark room. "I suppose I’ll have to entertain myself differently, then."
I make my way to her roommate's side and walk straight to the petite brunette's bed.
Skylar sits up, grinning at my approach. She's both surprised and pleased. She's hung out with my crowd, if only because I'm the newest member of Rothford's football team—the Ravens—and she's one of our cheerleaders. But we’ve barely interacted beyond the occasional greeting.
Still, she knows her place. She's a petal of the Heritage, and I, one of its legacies. I don't need to shower her with attention to get what I want.She knows I’m zero percent interested in her. She could have been anyone else, and I would have used her all the same.
And right now, what I want is to make a point.
